For Aylan

don’t forget me; my fight has left me, drifting on the agean away from the fires of heathens, yet swallowed by the deep, never to be amongst the free. fight for me; not just with guns nor bullets. sing my passing for the world to hear, that i had left my home to be free, away from strife, death and tyranny. let others live a life free from fear. don’t pity me, no more; though i have passed on, i am free. just bury me under the ground, and place a simple marker and flowers on its mound. let our names be your banners; let them fly. spell the name of freedom in the sky, that future generations in it will live. let it be the legacy our struggle will give. don’t forget me.